“How much Martha, why and how much?”
“Chris, what on earth are you talking about?”
“Martha, I know what you’ve been doing, please don’t compound this by lying to me.”
“Chris…”
“Martha, I have security camera recordings of your dishonesty, so please don’t dissemble, answer my questions.”
“How much and why Martha.”
She was trembling so badly she dropped her wine glass. When she returned we shared lunch on the dining table in my apartment. Japanese xxx I lifted her moistened fingers, took them in my mouth, sucked them and guided them back. With a sigh Martha whispered, “I wish it was, I wish we could, I’d love to have your baby Chris.”
“It would be nice, wouldn’t it,” I agreed as I added another ten ounces, paused and rubbed.
